The pain that filtered through my body was unbearable. It was just like the old days before I began my new life at Hogwarts. I was too weak to even open my eyes, or move anything for that matter. I knew it was daylight, though. I could feel the pleasant, summer breeze, the warm sun's rays beating down on my limp body. I wanted to stay there forever, to never move and be completely comfortable; but I knew I had to get up.

I sighed heavily before forcing my eyes open, I blinked many times from the light that shined upon me. I was right, it was daylight, it looked as if it was nearing evening too. Slowly, and stiffly, I sat up.

Where was I?

It took a minute for me to realize I was in the meadow that I had talked to James in before, but it felt so long ago. Sorely I stood up, my clothes hanging loosly and tattered on my contorted body. My new question was, What happened?

Looking down on the ground, where I was previously laying, a sickening red layer of what looked like blood was scattered about. I looked down at my body, my stomach had a huge gash in it, dried blood crusted the top it. It amazed me that I hadn't realized it right away. I sighed, biting my lip as the pain washed through my body again.

I began to make my way towards James' house, knowing I had no energy or will power to apparate back to my own. I walked-or limped-toward his home. The sky, I noticed, was gradually darkening. Chills ran up and down my spine, I was confused as ever, and it seemed I wasn't able to walk more than ten paces without losing my breath.

Nearly an hour later, I was staring at his domicile. I was numb and could no longer feel the pain, which was a miracle on my behalf.

Knowing that my aunt and uncle would be at the house, and if I had rung the doorbell one or the other would answer and I would have to explain about the state I was in, for only the Marauders and Lily knew about my 'condition,' I made my way to the back yard. After locating James' window I looked around me for something small, yet heavy enough to make it to the window. I found a rock, a gnome, and what looked like an old pair of shoes; I chose the rock.

Needless to say, one minute later James appeared at the window, an utterly confused expression on his face that only increased when he saw me.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his brows furrowed together.

"I- I'm not sure exactly," I said slowly. "But I think I need help." I motioned down at my body, hoping James would get the point. He did. He told me he'd be right back and dashed back inside.

I knew Sirius was there, and I was beginning to regret coming here. I sighed and waited, trying to forget about the pain that was slowly coming back. I knew I was beat up pretty bad, my clothes being all tattered and torn. My stomach, contorted and painfilled. My head, pounding and sore.

Then I wondered, where was Fenrir? Had he returned home- wherever that was? And what happened the night before? Had I really done what Fenrir sent me out to do? If so, who had I bitten? I was really hoping I didn't, but my gut was telling me otherwise.

Before I knew it, James was sneaking out the back door, closing it softly behind him. He sighed in relief and walked towards me.

"Rough night I take it?" he asked quietly.

"It would seem so," I said, laughing half-heartedly. I stopped immediately though, grabbing my stomach. "I was wondering, since I can't apparate home in this condition, and since I was closer to your house, may I stay here?"

"Of course," James said, nodding his head slowly, looking me over.

"But," I said, holding up my hand to stop him from moving. "Your parents can't know I'm here. They don't know about me being a werewolf, and I'd like to keep it that way. For now at least."

"I know," James said. "Come on, I have Sirius distracting them."

"Sirius is in on this?" I asked, following James slowly, though I couldn't have moved faster even if I wanted to.

"Only becasue I begged him," James answered coolly, waiting for me by the door.

Five minutes of sneaking through the house later, I was safely inside James' room, sitting on his bed, resting. Sirius wasn't back yet, it seemed he was stuck in one of the Potter's conversations that would be too impolite to just say "See you later!" and walk away.

"Are you going to explain to me?"

"Explain to you what?" I asked, wanting nothing more than to drift off to sleep and never wake up. I resisted the urge though, somehow.

"What happend last night," he pressed. "You've never been in this bad of a state."

"I blame Fenrir," I said, sighing. "He took me somewhere, I'm not sure where, and told me his plan of "recruiting" more werewolves."

It was almost a minute before he said something, the same thing that I had been wondering since the moment I awoke. "D-did you, erm, bite anyone?" James asked slowly.

"I don't know," I whispered. "And that's what worries me most."

"I see." It was silent for what felt like an eternity before I heard the sound of apporaching footsteps. I held my breath, hoping it wasn't Mr. or Mrs. Potter, nor Sirius- though I knew it had to be one of the three.

The door opened, and in walked none other than Sirius. I had to admit, I was actually glad to see him. He gave me nothing more than a glance before he plopped down on the couch at the other end of the room, staring up at the ceiling.

"Erm," James said awkwardly. "Aleesha, you can have my bed, I'll use the floor."

I didn't even have a chance to object before the lights were turned out.

I was up hours later, regretfully. I tossed and turned until I was about ready to scream. The funny thing, thous, was that I wasn't the only one.